I love you
and your
sweaters
and your two shirts
and your
motorcycle.
and your gunness.
(not so much your guns but your knowledge of them.)
it all makes you you
and reminds me of highschool
with
upturned collars
and fast cars
and flying paper.
And I wonder,
as the paper, cars, and collars were replaced,
what will come after the
cycles,
shirts,
and guns.
(not so much your guns but your knowledge of them.)